My sweet boy, my Charlie, my little shadow. My baby.
Soft, huggable, talkative, kind and loving.
Lover of kitten pouches, plastic bags, laps and sleeping.
One of the sweetest, kindest souls I've ever known.
I miss waking up to your sleepy gaze at the end of the bed, waiting patiently for my eyes to open so you could come up on my chest for your pat and to coax me out of bed.
I miss your company from the bathmat outside my shower, talking away and batting a bobby pin.
I miss you helping me get dressed, climbing up for a stretch with your paws on my shoulder, jumping up and clinging on demanding a cuddle. Purring like a motorbike.
I miss having you waiting by the door when I come home from work, waiting to say hi, then a hug before dinner.
I miss the way you would touch anything new on the floor or the bed. Knead it with your big soft paws.
I miss your wet nose kisses and the way you'd slobber on my earrings purring purring.
That sweet sweet little face bouncing up onto the bed and walking straight up to me.
I miss you so so deeply Charlie Mouse.
You were the one thing I could never leave behind.
These photos were taken only four days before you left us. I'm sure you were going out to get soaked just so I would dry you off with the towel. Cheeky boy.
I would give anything to have you back in my arms little bubba.